Warmth and Reason

"Then let me ask you again, if that damned Cold Wave really disappears one day, will those monsters in those ice lumps on the ice plains still jump out and wreak havoc?"

"Hey, how could that be..."

Upon hearing this question, Svarog immediately seemed to have found a topic to discuss, and said something with great interest. However, he then immediately looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before lowering his voice and saying—

To be honest...

Cough cough...

In the past, among those young masters who had gone down to mine, there was one who had lost his mind and wanted to collect the ice sculptures on the ice plains, so he asked Old Svarog to bring some back.

Guess what happened?

The ice on that thing melted within half a day of it entering the city, and the contents inside shattered and scattered all over the ground.

How could something so completely dead possibly jump out?

"Hey, I'm right..."

Gwen from drunkenness, lowered his head, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes—

Although Svarog is dishonest, he rarely lies directly when it comes to serious matters.

So, the Anti-Matter Legion outside the city is probably really wiped out...

No, at least the common ones are all dead, but it's possible that some elite monsters survived.

"Who says otherwise..."

Svarog chimed in with a grin, then pulled a barely touched dish in front of him.

"Heh... Let me ask you something else... I have a friend, his ancestors borrowed some money from someone..."

Gwyn Gwen drunkenness, rewrote the situation Belobog might face and told it to Svarog, then slammed his fist on the table and asked—

"Should he pay this messy debt? If so, how should he pay it back?"

,"This..."

Svarog, who was enjoying his meal, looked troubled when he heard this question.

"It is only right and proper to pay back debts; it is not good not to pay them back."

But that creditor was indeed unreasonable.

They've been languishing for centuries, barely surviving, and now that they've finally started to do well, he jumps out with his bills in hand. He's really a scoundrel.

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

Gwen stared with bloodshot eyes and asked,

"What can you do with this kind of scoundrel who has power, influence, money, and connections everywhere?"

"Is that even a question?"

Seeing Gwen seemingly out of control, Svarog also flew into a rage and slammed his hand hard on the table—

"Of course, we should report it to the Great Guardian and have him dealt with!"

"But what if there is no Great Guardian?"

That unscrupulous businessman's thugs managed to wipe out my friend's entire family without a word. What do you think he should do?

Gwen stared at Svarog and asked quietly.

"Brother, you can't just say things like that!"

Faced with Gwen's interrogation, Svarog lunged at him, trying to cover his mouth—

"The Great Guardian is the only sun in this Belobog!"

How could you say such nonsense?

"That's right, the Great Guardian is the only sun in this Belobog."

If it weren't for the Great Guardian, my brother and I would still be wrapped in blankets under the bridge..."

A drunken Gwen swayed and dodged Svarog's attempt to cover his mouth, staring with bloodshot eyes as he pressed for an answer—

"What I'm saying is, if there weren't a fair and just Great Guardian who could judge everything, what do you think my brother and I would do?"

"If I went to that heartless bastard's house and caused a scene, and killed that scoundrel who was trying to force someone into prostitution, would that break the deadlock?"

"This..."

Svarog's eyes darted around for a moment, then he leaned closer and asked in a low voice—

"Brother, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"Tch, you've even pulled this on me..."

The drunk rolled his eyes—

"Speak your mind, I'll listen to both the truth and lies!"

"If it's a lie, then you killed that maggot-hearted wretch, and everyone benefited. They'll only praise you for killing him."

Svarog said with a grin.

"Where is the truth?"

Gwen his head back and downed another half bottle of wine, then asked drunkenly.

"The truth is..."

Svarog lowered his voice, bowed his head slightly, and his disheveled hair obscured his gaze—

"Even if you kill that person, there will be his accomplices and partners. Everyone who makes a living from this will do anything to kill you and hang you at the city gate, to tell everyone that this is the consequence of resistance..."

"Snort!

"What if I had the ability they couldn't catch, and I could kill their entire families one by one?"

The drunkard, still angry, continued to ask questions.

"This... can't be, right?"

"I already said it's a yes!"

"Well... you have to convince them that you have that ability first..."

Old Svarog's lowered eyes flickered slightly.

"They don't know you have this ability, they'll just treat your threats as a joke."

Once you've killed them enough to show them your skills, they'll be too ashamed to admit it.

As you know, although these people force women into prostitution, engage in petty theft, and are solely driven by profit... they are still respectable people who constantly preach benevolence, morality, and the well-being of the community.

The main thing is, without this face, it's hard for a respectable person to do business..."

"Then tell me, what should I do?"

Chapter 836 Warmth and Reason

Not long after, a drunkard staggered out of the Goethe Grand Hotel, making the Silvermane Guard he encountered along the way wonder if he would pass out drunk on the roadside, completely unaware that the pocket watch he wore on his chest had disappeared.

"Hey..."

In the alley outside the Goethe Grand Hotel, old Svarog, stretching out his body to display his imposing stature and menacing presence, blew on his finely crafted pocket watch, listening to the crisp sound with obvious satisfaction.

"What an unexpected surprise..."

The frivolous voice drifted away on the wind, making it impossible to discern how much sincerity was behind it, or whether it was referring to the pocket watch or this completely unexpected person.

Meanwhile, the drunkard disappeared after turning into a small alley.

When he reappeared, Gwen showed no signs of drunkenness whatsoever, and there wasn't even a trace of alcohol on him.

In the living room of Great Guardian 'Cocolia house, Gwen casually poured himself a cup of tea, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

In the unspoken game of "If I had a friend," Svarog gave him some advice.

It's not about mutual destruction or setting off fireworks for everyone to see. Instead, it's about cleverly creating pretexts to win over the wealthy and powerful, letting them go to each other, and bandits go to each other. In short, we must not act impulsively.

In other words, although Svarog was the Tavern's entertainer, he didn't want Belobog to be a laughingstock in the company's eyes, making the company a laughingstock for the world.

Therefore, it can be inferred that Svarog, as a person who enjoys himself, also retains certain bottom lines.

They are probably the type of people who enjoy watching fun, even to the point of getting involved and becoming part of the fun themselves, but also hope to see a happy ending, unlike the type of priest next door who simply enjoys fun for the sake of fun, disregarding the lives of others or even the survival of the world.

In summary: It's worth keeping them. Although they might cause trouble, the outcome is likely to be positive, and they might even deliver important intelligence someday.

As for the results Gwen obtained from asking Svarog for advice while pretending to be drunk, Gwen plans to organize them for reference. However, how to handle the situation when the company closes the umbrellas on rainy days will depend on the specific circumstances and his condition.

The worst-case scenario is that he'll use the Yaliluo VI as a cannonball and blow it up, taking away the people on board before he does.

In any case, whether it's the reconstruction of Venus, the development of Mars, or the development of Floros, the Solar System has a large population shortage, and the small number of people in Belobog can't even make a ripple.

If he could establish connections with forces like Xianzhou first, he might even be able to have a serious talk with the company—

Anyway, there is never a shortage of voices criticizing the company in the universe, but they are suppressed by the company's hegemony of public opinion.

After taking a sip of water, Gwyn sensed Cocolia's condition on the bed and realized she was probably about to wake up, so Gwen personally cooked dinner for her.

When Cocolia woke up with an empty stomach, a blank mind, and even some discomfort from the disappearance of the Star Core's whispers, she found Gwen sitting by the bedside, smiling at her.

"Cough..."

Even though Cocolia was no longer a young girl, she couldn't help but pull the blanket over half her face and cough.

With this cough, Cocolia also realized that her voice was very hoarse and her throat was burning with pain.

Suddenly, Cocolia recalled her indulgence before dawn—

If it weren't for Gwen barrier, Bronya next door would probably have been woken up...

Cocolia blushed unconsciously and felt a pang of regret.

"Have some water to soothe your throat first..."

Gwen served him a cup of warm tea.

"Good..."

Although a little shy, Cocolia took the tea and sipped it, glancing out the window at the same time.

Is it already dark?

Although she lacked experience, Cocolia was still able to sense her body's condition and guess that she had slept all day, rather than just sleeping until dawn.

"Hmm, after sleeping all day, do you feel better?"

Gwen took back the empty teacup and then picked up the small bowl of porridge—

Come on, ah—

"I'm not a child anymore..."

Cocolia resisted somewhat, but in the end, Gwen put the spoon into her mouth, letting the thick, sticky white porridge fill her mouth.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Cocolia, having regained some strength, chased Gwen out of the bedroom.

When she went out again, Cocolia had changed into casual clothes. Her expression seemed no different from usual, except that the trace of haggardness between her brows had almost disappeared, replaced by an unconcealable sense of ease and leisure.

"Hasn't Bronya returned yet?"

Cocolia glanced at the lights outside and asked in confusion.

"Well, I taught her some Imaginary Power during the day. She's probably still working overtime right now."

Gwen said meaningfully—

"You can relax a little more now..."

"A balance between work and rest is good, but you can't relax too much..."

Cocolia shook her head and slowly walked to the dining table to sit down.

Seeing this, Gwen just smiled and said nothing more, knowing that Cocolia could still distinguish between public and private matters.

He doesn't object to this; a person with their own goals has a more interesting soul.

At the dinner table, the two discussed Belobog's current problems and solutions, as if they had no private time at all.

After Bronya returned, ate dinner, and went back to her room, Gwen prepared to leave. Only then did Cocolia shed her businesslike expression, hesitating slightly as she spoke—

"If there's anything I can do to help, just say so."